Mar 2020
Look at her
Perfect in all ways
But that illusion
Is just smoke
Look at him
Number one jockey
But that role
Is just smoke
Look at them
carefree and happy
But that smile
Is just smoke
She is depressed
He is abused
They are neglected
And nobody can see
Beyond the smoke
Perfect in all ways
But that illusion
Is just smoke
Look at him
Number one jockey
But that role
Is just smoke
Look at them
carefree and happy
But that smile
Is just smoke
She is depressed
He is abused
They are neglected
And nobody can see
Beyond the smoke
I was given the random prompt of "smoke", so I decided to make it a feeling instead of an object. I guess this idea is not new, but I tried. Everyone has their own smoke, but my hope is that you smother the embers and air out the smoke so that people can see you as clear as glass.
